Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Christian life is such an interesting one. We are constantly in this half-broken, half-exalted state. God, in His indescribable mercy, lifts us and blesses us and makes such a big deal out of us for everything. Working our lives together, He orchestrates our joys and glories and our trips and falls to bring us to a height that just glimpses His so-much-more-than-beautiful face to us. And as soon as we actually catch the glimpse from our divinely elevated status, we see again by just what mercy we are there. We remember the twisted and faltering feet we walk on, and the busted shoulders from our constant resistance, and the muddied hands we sheepishly raise in a momentary pause from grasping at the dirt we fill our lives with. It's true- we don't deserve the title and place we've been given as God's children. And how much more precious that He, our all-knowing and still proud Father, continues to raise us to new heights by no obligation. He goes to such great lengths to honor us, when He, ever more clearly, deserves so much more honor than we could begin to offer.

"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!" -1 John 3:1.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The brokenness and hurt in this world tears my heart to pieces. We live in a place with such incredible beauty, and yet such devastating pain--it's hard to reconcile the two coexisting. i tend to stay enamored with the hopeful scenes, and continue to be caught in awe of the wonder that makes up this place, but there are (often too unexpected) moments that shatter my colorful window of the world. It's those moments that break me for what i couldn't possibly begin to comprehend. Too many children lose their innocence here. Too many fragile hearts are bottled or crushed or stolen. Or given up on. And it's part of this place. It is a devastation that is engrained in the only home we know. The dark and dank corners have displaced the life that should be cared about and cherished and healed. It's broken.

i have often been told that i live a blessed life. i agree wholeheartedly. It is clear to me that my life is different than almost anybody else i meet. My life has always been a gift, filled with sunshine and rainbows and a spirit of truth always coming through to meet me. i have experienced difficult and painful things, but have always been carried through. It is becoming more and more clear to me just how many damaging situations i have been protected from. i can't help but think, or maybe just hope, that there is a reason for that somewhere. Because the normalcy of pain and fear and abuse and addictions and deception is far too great. And it breaks me to the core of who i am that this place our God designed expressly for his treasured children with such care and attention to extraordinary detail is so often the scene of commonplace detachment and stolen hope. We were created for so much more than that. Every single one of us.

i want to be a part of the healing. The rebuilding. The duct taping. Whatever it takes to remove the shards that keep cutting and scrub the layers of dirt off the windows. Life is for everyone. i don't think i'm the only one who was supposed to get the joy and wonder.

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."- Jesus (John 10:10)

Thursday, January 21, 2010

i don't mind being crazy. i used to mind...but i've finally gotten to a place, if only for a moment, where i don't mind. i am a silly, up-and-down, beautiful girl. Even on days that drain my entire being for no other reason than the clouds are dimmer than they should be, or i didn't smile as brightly as i could have to the stranger who looked sad, or my jeans are tighter than i remember them being...i like me. There's alot more to love than the seemingly unstable girl who exists on those days. But that girl is a part of the sweet ball of sunshine who dances around on the other days. The days she takes the most pride in. The sincerity of the sweet ball of sunshine comes from experiencing the full gamut of gray days. i want to be the kind of person who sees the beauty in the mud. Even when it hurts, i can be thankful that i am capable of intense emotion. When the frustrations of life are suffocating, i can be thankful that i know what it is to breathe. My life, in full color, is stunning. My God gave me a gift...a gift i so easily curse. i get to experience life in its entirety. And when i'm a hundred years old, i will have lived. With all the laughing and crying and loving and breaking and experiencing it comes with.

About Me

My name is Rosanna Marcella, and i was named after my mother's favorite cosmetics line, my grandmother, and an Italian singer. Coincidentally, i am currently a makeup artist, devoted to my family, and if i do anything in the world for the rest of my life, it will be sing. So, we'll see how that works out for me, and until then, i'll just keep trying to find the beauty there is out in the world to see. :-)